Assembling a lawless foreground of surgical gabber delirium and ADHD syncopation against a kaleidoscopic milieu of crystalline keyboard churn and string-like electric skuzz, Dunedin’s Black Yoghurt ghosts a hyped-up line of inquiry misled by the likes of Duran Duran Duran, Shitmat and Kid 606, while instituting an especially rabid bipolar fuckedness that flicks between club-chill and -seizure. Vandalizing a laptop palette of timestretched and ricocheted snare pow, detourned Garageband presets, puerile gurgles and samplerature like 'hey thanks for killing my mom ('hey no problem'), Black Yoghurt is both shape-shifting and straightjacketed.

Dunedin compatriot, Glasgow performs a just as convulsive but further distracted arcade of glitched beat-repeat funk, pizzicato boink and downbeat but lacunae-filled lounge bedlam. He also plays in Bastardwisher and Old Psychiatrists Club.